Monday, December 21, 2009

I Am Also (Not) A Rock

Sometimes, things happenThings that I do not even pretend to understandThings that leave me wonderingWhy people sometimes come and goWithout so much as an explanation?Shining with me on a SundayOnly to be missing by Monday morningNever to be seen againNever to share a smile againOr to reminisce about somethingThat we once had in commonNothingNothing significant at allOnly a few fading feelingsHappiness turning slowlyBreakingCrumbling awayLike so many other stone wallsInto piles of pebbles, dirt and dustCrunching under my footstepsAs I trudge onwardIn search of another wallTo lean my worn and weary frame uponAnd when I think about it too muchWhich I always doI remember with great melancholyThat I may not be a boulderBut, then againI am also (not) a rock